Ward sighs as he sees Stephen going after the other folks. Turning to the group "Someone get that chemlauncher, I wanna see how it works." Ward says, before turning towards the Force User. "RUNNING WILL ONLY MAKE YOU TIRED AND SORE BY THE TIME I CATCH YOU!" Ward yells, taking a step as he transforms into the WardHorse and begins bolting, making sure to avoid the range of any enemies and moves 120 feet, if he starts going past the Force-User then he will run along side him, a disturbing attempt at a laugh coming from the horse, only getting louder as he approaches the Force-User.
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
The two Orogs are still barking commands to the Ogres as the line breaks. They try to regain control with shouted orders and cursing and threats, but when that fails they decide that it's time to go, and dash off after what's left of the fleeing Orcs and Hobgoblin.
The Force wielder keeps moving even after Wardhorse passes him...
Kerwyn continues to fly, chasing the force user as well. After he flies 30 towards the force wielder, he throws his glaive twice into the darkness (range 60 feet), hoping to strike down the Sith and prevent his escape.
Glaive cuts into the darkness, doing nothing the first time, but eliciting a little surprised shout the second time. The magical darkness persists, however...
Travin regards the fallen bodies with a desperate need, his eyes wide, he manages to tear his focus away for a moment as he loads up a round and fires off a mortar shot at the orogs who are lagging behind in their fleeing conpanions.
(To hit 11, for 7 fire damage and explodes on a hit, likely not in this case)
Travin then continues his barking orders in Goblish to Birt Wrenils who seems very pleased with himself.
Johnathan feels something odd as he uses the Orrery, like a tingle in the back of his head. He doesn’t have time to investigate it further. Johnathan gives a nod to Kerwyn as he approves of the snail destruction before him and bursts into a black smoke, reappearing a bit closer to the force person. Johnathan runs to them and shouts. “Give back the fairy and we will let you live. Keep running and we will destroy you”. As he approaches he shoots two beams to the figure in darkness, hoping to gain ground on him.
The Orogs run even harder as the mortar blows up nearby, sending dirt and leaves and debris flying.
Johnathan's beams slice into the darkness. One makes a sound like it hit something, but the other, the second one, emerges from the otherside oft he dark and flies off into the woods.
Updated Post Order
Shavaris Arnuanna Delphinium Foxmist Ol' Ironsides Birt Wrenils Force Wielder (poopin' a duke, tryin' to scoot) Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin Bolt Thrower Ogre (sweatin') The Traveling Ward Kerwyn Travin Tiller Johnathan Krembleback
Eloise bursts past Stephen as Shavaris directs her to chase after the Force Wielder. Shavaris follows her a bit behind as the ghost makes it's way into the darkness after the creature. Using her rapiers, she attacks - Unleashing her Incarnation again...
Under Travin's direction the firey turns it's attention to the remaining ogre and moves within melee range of the beast, clawing and biting as usual but trying to also get as much into the face of this remaining enemy as possible.
(Bite, to hit 14, for 8 piercing dmg.
Claw, miss.
Claw, to hit 14, for 8 slashing dmg.)
With the attacks (failed or not) done, Birt gives a little wiggle and screams into the ogres face something possibly goblin but it's hard to tell.
Ironsides keeps moving after any Orog, Ogre or hobgoblinoid creature that is in range. If it sees an enemy next to Boulder Chilled it goes there, otherwise goes north or east 40 feet to encounter an enemy, flailing away at them. “MMMMMMWWWWWWAAAAAEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!” comes out of it’s maw, in a mewling sort of roar.
There's a moment in the darkness where a battle can be heard, and then nothing. The darkness continues to move away as fast as it can into the forest...
Birt's attacks tear the Ogre up, and the Ogre tries to fire off a bolt into Birt's face...and somehow manages to shoot the bolt into its own foot instead. It screams as its foot is shattered, and it topples back onto its butt, no longer able to stand.
Ol' Ironsides hooks right and goes after the fleeing Orogs. They're unable to get away as the Flail Snail gains on them and issues its battle cry. The flails smash limbs to pulp, break bones, shatter ribs and bludgeon internal organs to paste. Both of them are almost dead when the Flail Snail starts to eat...still screaming its bizarre warcry through a mouth full of Orog meat...
Boulder Chilled raises the greatmaul and brings it down hard on the fallen Ogre, shattering its head like a melon. He looks up, sees the Force Wielder running for his life, or at least the ball of blackness the wielder was hiding in, and takes off at a dead sprint, disappearing into the ball of darkness and swinging his maul from right to left in a horizontal arc. The darkness disappears as the Force Wielder is cast aside, his body broken beyond repair. He hits the ground in a crumpled heap of busted flesh.
Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin's Turn
Action 1: Attack
Attack 1- RECKLESS ATTACK ADVANTAGE Bolt Launcher Ogre (Great Weapon Master -5 to Hit +10 damage; +2 Damage Rage) 18 to Hit + 23 Rolled Damage = 35 Damage Total
Action 2: Dash
Bonus Action: Charger (See Extra Attack)
Attack 1 (cont.): Extra Attack
Extra Attack- CHARGER BONUS DAMAGE + RECKLESS ATTACK ADVANTAGE (washes with Magical Darkness) Force Wielder (Charger Bonus Damage +5; Great Weapon Master -5 to Hit +10 Damage; +2 Damage Rage) 34 to Hit (CHAMPION CRITICAL HIT) + 23 Rolled Damage = 64 Damage
Updated Post Order
Shavaris Arnuanna Delphinium Foxmist Ol' Ironsides Birt Wrenils Force Wielder (poopin' a duke, tryin' to scoot) Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin Bolt Thrower Ogre (sweatin') The Traveling Ward Kerwyn Travin Tiller Johnathan Krembleback
WardHorse looks at Stephen and gives a nod before running in front of the Chemical Hobgoblin before dropping his form. "If you stop, I will let you live. And give me the chemical launcher that device is interesting." Ward says, standing in front of it and crossing his arms, holding one hand out. Then, turning to Stephen "Also, could you bring the Force-Users body here? And give Kerwyn the Laser Sword since I figure of anyone he's the one that wants it the most." Ward yells towards him
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The Hobgoblin remains silent as it tosses the chemical weapon at Ward's feet.
Stephen is flexing his muscles when Ward calls to him, and then grins as he reaches down and grabs the Force wielder by the ankle and begins to drag him toward Wardhorse.
Kerwyn walks over to the pummeled force wielder, he picks up the light saber from the body, wiping it off. He turns it over and around, seeing the activation button and holds it out, pressing it. A burning red light blade comes out of it and a sound issues from Kerwyn, “Oooohh.” He takes a few practice swings with it, getting used to the sounds it makes, then he collapses the light blade. He searches the body to see if he can find any messages or other belongings on the body. He gives a fist bump to Boulder Chilled, saying “That was a mighty powerful hit, my man. I uh, I think you won that competition.”
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Thank you." Ward says, reaching down and grabbing the Chemical Weapon and tucking it into his bag. "Now then, onto business. How did you know we were here, how does this work, and everything you know about the current plans of Vader's Army? For that especially I would recommend honesty." Ward says, his voice turning deep and robotic once again. "If you would like you can also write it down if it's easier." Ward says, his voice returning to normal as he pulls out some paper and a writing utensil for the goblin. "Now, I would recommend some of you look away if you are particularly squeamish. " Ward says, before taking out a Scimitar he has never used before, and then slicing the head off of the force user, taking a branch and extending it into a large pike before placing it into the ground and placing the head above it. He will then begin gathering up the bodies with the help of whoever is willing and placing them around the pike before taking a small piece of wood and engraving a message on it. "These men died at the hands of less than half their number, and at the orders of fools and bastards." Placing it in front of the bodies "I will give them a more proper resting place tomorrow when I have the correct means." Ward says, waiting for the rest of the group to respond.
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
"Maybes the gobbins gonna feels more comfortal speakings gobbish hmmm Wards wants help speakings gobbish yeh yeh? Hm? Yeh?" The junkman seems pleased with himself up until the point where Ward slices the head off of the force wielder, then something feverish takes over Travin, he dives to the floor picking up handfuls of something dark and shoving it into his mouth, dirt? Rocks? Blood? Whatever it it's it only takes a moment before Travin appears to be done standing up, dark outlines around his mouth.
After that weirdness, Travin looks upon the battlefield with glee, diving upon the nearest, body he checks pockets, gathers weaponry and coin, trinkets and treasures, generally collecting more junk to add to his pile of keep away in his chests. Two bodies in particular hold interest to him as he sees whether the ogres hide armour has a salvageable set between them.
( Survival 23 )
Happy with his findings he yells out to the group "hey hey hey, yeh! Ha ha Travin has a funnies! Hmmm? Yeh! What is the opposites of a waterfalls? Hmmmm?... Water... Hmmmm? Falls... Heh heh!
...It's a Fireflight! Heh heh, wait.. where is little fairy? Hmm?" Trav looks cautiously at the sky.
Johnathan looks as the force wielder was knocked down. He pants his breath and has a moment to look around to see if Delphinium returns. When they don’t Johnathan gets concerned. Great, now we have to go find a lost little fairy. Just great. He turns to go for the body of the force wielder but he was too late. Ward had already decapitated them before Johnathan couldn’t try to stabilise him. He turns to Ward and looks visibly annoyed. Good job Ward, you just killed the only person that could tell us where Delphinium went. I was gonna try and stabilise them so we could get info. Good job indeed.
Johnathan looks around the battlefield, knowing that whatever spell happened to Delphinium was definitely some sort of teleportation. He holds the Orrery in his hands and wonders, If I know where Delphinium went I could take us there. But now that’s almost impossible. He goes over to the body of the force wielder and looks through the pockets to see if he can find clues to Delphinium’s location.
"Travin can help! Hmm? Johnathan needs informationses, from this one? Yeh?" Trav points to the decapitated force wielder, regarding Jonathan's irritation with interest. The last time Johnathan was this irritated Travin was the source, the little junkman seems to want to fix that connection, to make Johnathan see that he's not just terrible all the time.
“Oh trust me Johnathan, I wanted to keep the bastard alive. They would’ve known a great deal more than the hobgoblin. But they were not coming back after Stephens blow. I’m not even sure a revivfy spell would’ve worked had I possessed a diamond is how severe it was.” Ward says, pausing to show off the damage that Stephen did to the body.
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Ward sighs as he sees Stephen going after the other folks. Turning to the group "Someone get that chemlauncher, I wanna see how it works." Ward says, before turning towards the Force User. "RUNNING WILL ONLY MAKE YOU TIRED AND SORE BY THE TIME I CATCH YOU!" Ward yells, taking a step as he transforms into the WardHorse and begins bolting, making sure to avoid the range of any enemies and moves 120 feet, if he starts going past the Force-User then he will run along side him, a disturbing attempt at a laugh coming from the horse, only getting louder as he approaches the Force-User.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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The two Orogs are still barking commands to the Ogres as the line breaks. They try to regain control with shouted orders and cursing and threats, but when that fails they decide that it's time to go, and dash off after what's left of the fleeing Orcs and Hobgoblin.
The Force wielder keeps moving even after Wardhorse passes him...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Kerwyn continues to fly, chasing the force user as well. After he flies 30 towards the force wielder, he throws his glaive twice into the darkness (range 60 feet), hoping to strike down the Sith and prevent his escape.
Glaive attack 1 : (disadv into dark) : Attack: 9 Damage: 8
Glaive attack 2 : Attack: 24 Damage: 13
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Glaive cuts into the darkness, doing nothing the first time, but eliciting a little surprised shout the second time. The magical darkness persists, however...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Travin regards the fallen bodies with a desperate need, his eyes wide, he manages to tear his focus away for a moment as he loads up a round and fires off a mortar shot at the orogs who are lagging behind in their fleeing conpanions.
(To hit 11, for 7 fire damage and explodes on a hit, likely not in this case)
Travin then continues his barking orders in Goblish to Birt Wrenils who seems very pleased with himself.
Johnathan feels something odd as he uses the Orrery, like a tingle in the back of his head. He doesn’t have time to investigate it further. Johnathan gives a nod to Kerwyn as he approves of the snail destruction before him and bursts into a black smoke, reappearing a bit closer to the force person. Johnathan runs to them and shouts. “Give back the fairy and we will let you live. Keep running and we will destroy you”. As he approaches he shoots two beams to the figure in darkness, hoping to gain ground on him.
Bonus action; misty step (racial feature)
Movement: 30 feet towards fairy thief
Action: BEAMS!(Disadvantage as in sunlight)
Beam 1: to hit; 18. Damage:1
Beam 2: To hit; 15. Damage: 9
The Orogs run even harder as the mortar blows up nearby, sending dirt and leaves and debris flying.
Johnathan's beams slice into the darkness. One makes a sound like it hit something, but the other, the second one, emerges from the otherside oft he dark and flies off into the woods.
Updated Post Order
Shavaris Arnuanna
Delphinium Foxmist
Ol' Ironsides
Birt Wrenils
Force Wielder (poopin' a duke, tryin' to scoot)
Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin
Bolt Thrower Ogre (sweatin')
The Traveling Ward
Kerwyn
Travin Tiller
Johnathan Krembleback
It is Shavaris's turn
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Eloise bursts past Stephen as Shavaris directs her to chase after the Force Wielder. Shavaris follows her a bit behind as the ghost makes it's way into the darkness after the creature. Using her rapiers, she attacks - Unleashing her Incarnation again...
Attack: 14 Damage: 12
Attack: 21 Damage: 2
Attack: 17 Damage: 8
Under Travin's direction the firey turns it's attention to the remaining ogre and moves within melee range of the beast, clawing and biting as usual but trying to also get as much into the face of this remaining enemy as possible.
(Bite, to hit 14, for 8 piercing dmg.
Claw, miss.
Claw, to hit 14, for 8 slashing dmg.)
With the attacks (failed or not) done, Birt gives a little wiggle and screams into the ogres face something possibly goblin but it's hard to tell.
Ironsides keeps moving after any Orog, Ogre or hobgoblinoid creature that is in range. If it sees an enemy next to Boulder Chilled it goes there, otherwise goes north or east 40 feet to encounter an enemy, flailing away at them. “MMMMMMWWWWWWAAAAAEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!” comes out of it’s maw, in a mewling sort of roar.
Flail 1 : Attack: 18 Damage: 6
Flail 2 : Attack: 12 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Flail 3 : Attack: 15 Damage: 7
Flail 4 : Attack: 8 Damage: 8
Flail 5 : Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Flail 6 : Attack: 11 Damage: 7
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
There's a moment in the darkness where a battle can be heard, and then nothing. The darkness continues to move away as fast as it can into the forest...
Birt's attacks tear the Ogre up, and the Ogre tries to fire off a bolt into Birt's face...and somehow manages to shoot the bolt into its own foot instead. It screams as its foot is shattered, and it topples back onto its butt, no longer able to stand.
Ol' Ironsides hooks right and goes after the fleeing Orogs. They're unable to get away as the Flail Snail gains on them and issues its battle cry. The flails smash limbs to pulp, break bones, shatter ribs and bludgeon internal organs to paste. Both of them are almost dead when the Flail Snail starts to eat...still screaming its bizarre warcry through a mouth full of Orog meat...
Boulder Chilled raises the greatmaul and brings it down hard on the fallen Ogre, shattering its head like a melon. He looks up, sees the Force Wielder running for his life, or at least the ball of blackness the wielder was hiding in, and takes off at a dead sprint, disappearing into the ball of darkness and swinging his maul from right to left in a horizontal arc. The darkness disappears as the Force Wielder is cast aside, his body broken beyond repair. He hits the ground in a crumpled heap of busted flesh.
Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin's Turn
Action 1: Attack
Action 2: Dash
Bonus Action: Charger (See Extra Attack)
Attack 1 (cont.): Extra Attack
Updated Post Order
Shavaris Arnuanna
Delphinium Foxmist
Ol' Ironsides
Birt Wrenils
Force Wielder (poopin' a duke, tryin' to scoot)
Boulder Chilled Stephen Austin
Bolt Thrower Ogre (sweatin')
The Traveling Ward
Kerwyn
Travin Tiller
Johnathan Krembleback
It is The Traveling Ward's turn
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
WardHorse looks at Stephen and gives a nod before running in front of the Chemical Hobgoblin before dropping his form. "If you stop, I will let you live. And give me the chemical launcher that device is interesting." Ward says, standing in front of it and crossing his arms, holding one hand out. Then, turning to Stephen "Also, could you bring the Force-Users body here? And give Kerwyn the Laser Sword since I figure of anyone he's the one that wants it the most." Ward yells towards him
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Even with the Force wielder down for the count, Delphinium does not reappear...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
The Hobgoblin remains silent as it tosses the chemical weapon at Ward's feet.
Stephen is flexing his muscles when Ward calls to him, and then grins as he reaches down and grabs the Force wielder by the ankle and begins to drag him toward Wardhorse.
"Come on wormfood. You're being summoned."
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Kerwyn walks over to the pummeled force wielder, he picks up the light saber from the body, wiping it off. He turns it over and around, seeing the activation button and holds it out, pressing it. A burning red light blade comes out of it and a sound issues from Kerwyn, “Oooohh.” He takes a few practice swings with it, getting used to the sounds it makes, then he collapses the light blade. He searches the body to see if he can find any messages or other belongings on the body. He gives a fist bump to Boulder Chilled, saying “That was a mighty powerful hit, my man. I uh, I think you won that competition.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Thank you." Ward says, reaching down and grabbing the Chemical Weapon and tucking it into his bag. "Now then, onto business. How did you know we were here, how does this work, and everything you know about the current plans of Vader's Army? For that especially I would recommend honesty." Ward says, his voice turning deep and robotic once again. "If you would like you can also write it down if it's easier." Ward says, his voice returning to normal as he pulls out some paper and a writing utensil for the goblin. "Now, I would recommend some of you look away if you are particularly squeamish. " Ward says, before taking out a Scimitar he has never used before, and then slicing the head off of the force user, taking a branch and extending it into a large pike before placing it into the ground and placing the head above it. He will then begin gathering up the bodies with the help of whoever is willing and placing them around the pike before taking a small piece of wood and engraving a message on it. "These men died at the hands of less than half their number, and at the orders of fools and bastards." Placing it in front of the bodies "I will give them a more proper resting place tomorrow when I have the correct means." Ward says, waiting for the rest of the group to respond.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
"Maybes the gobbins gonna feels more comfortal speakings gobbish hmmm Wards wants help speakings gobbish yeh yeh? Hm? Yeh?" The junkman seems pleased with himself up until the point where Ward slices the head off of the force wielder, then something feverish takes over Travin, he dives to the floor picking up handfuls of something dark and shoving it into his mouth, dirt? Rocks? Blood? Whatever it it's it only takes a moment before Travin appears to be done standing up, dark outlines around his mouth.
After that weirdness, Travin looks upon the battlefield with glee, diving upon the nearest, body he checks pockets, gathers weaponry and coin, trinkets and treasures, generally collecting more junk to add to his pile of keep away in his chests. Two bodies in particular hold interest to him as he sees whether the ogres hide armour has a salvageable set between them.
( Survival 23 )
Happy with his findings he yells out to the group "hey hey hey, yeh! Ha ha Travin has a funnies! Hmmm? Yeh! What is the opposites of a waterfalls? Hmmmm?... Water... Hmmmm? Falls... Heh heh!
...It's a Fireflight ! Heh heh, wait.. where is little fairy? Hmm?" Trav looks cautiously at the sky.
Johnathan looks as the force wielder was knocked down. He pants his breath and has a moment to look around to see if Delphinium returns. When they don’t Johnathan gets concerned. Great, now we have to go find a lost little fairy. Just great. He turns to go for the body of the force wielder but he was too late. Ward had already decapitated them before Johnathan couldn’t try to stabilise him. He turns to Ward and looks visibly annoyed. Good job Ward, you just killed the only person that could tell us where Delphinium went. I was gonna try and stabilise them so we could get info. Good job indeed.
Johnathan looks around the battlefield, knowing that whatever spell happened to Delphinium was definitely some sort of teleportation. He holds the Orrery in his hands and wonders, If I know where Delphinium went I could take us there. But now that’s almost impossible. He goes over to the body of the force wielder and looks through the pockets to see if he can find clues to Delphinium’s location.
"Travin can help! Hmm? Johnathan needs informationses, from this one? Yeh?" Trav points to the decapitated force wielder, regarding Jonathan's irritation with interest. The last time Johnathan was this irritated Travin was the source, the little junkman seems to want to fix that connection, to make Johnathan see that he's not just terrible all the time.
“Oh trust me Johnathan, I wanted to keep the bastard alive. They would’ve known a great deal more than the hobgoblin. But they were not coming back after Stephens blow. I’m not even sure a revivfy spell would’ve worked had I possessed a diamond is how severe it was.” Ward says, pausing to show off the damage that Stephen did to the body.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM: